The journey to a two digit weight (in kilograms mind you ;) goes on and so far everything is going splendidly. Hopefully I will have to have my suit altered a bit before the big Iceland Telecom annual employee ball in March.

As before, measured in 500 gram bricks uf margarine, the weight loss so far:

WTF? January is soon drawing to a close and my how the time passes. To bring everybody up to speed:

Stil in school, taking 2 courses now instead of 5, gives me a bit more time on the side to get fit.

Setting my sights on a trip to New York in May, been a long time since I was there last and I want to take Heiða there, stay in a good hotel, chilling in Central Park and walking up and down Manhattan.

As the snow melts, the bike will get it's workout as I attempt to break the speed record from my home to the office. The record stands at 11 minutes 45 seconds. Barring unfortunate encounters with buses and policecars, I will crack the record come spring.

I am currently watching the highly enjoyable season 5 adventures of the modern day incarnation of Job. I swear, the man does not get a break. Ever. Godspeed mr. Bauer, hope you get to experience at least one dull day :)

PS: ever wonder why they call it Iceland?

My balcony, a few days ago:

PPS: Here's the weight I've lost so far in January, measured in 500g bricks of margarine.

So here I am, channel hopping on a dim January day when to my amazed eyes, a police officer is appearing on the 6 o'clock children's program. More amazingly, he seems to have brought a straitjacket with him.

Disturbed but strangely interested, I watch as the policeman proceeds to fit the straitjacket unto a rather creepy looking young man.

And the next few minutes feature the creepy young man trying to rid himself of the straitjacket.

Weird!

So how wild was the New Year's Eve party?

Click above for more pics and remember this pearl of wisdom for the year that has just begun:

"The man who always keeps both feet on the ground will never go anywhere."

A very happy new year to everyone and anyone :)

As the late and often great Peter Sellers once said:  Birdie Num Num!

Straight from 105 Reykjavík, the creepiest Christmas decoration ever:

The snowman in  a bubble......*shudder*

Anyways. Just over a year ago, I made a journal entry about the 13 Icelandic Yule-Lads, strange and somewhat frightening fellows out of Icelandic folklore. This year, my Christmas card project consisted of essaying these characters in photographs. Time and laziness intervened and cut the lads down to only 8, but here they are in all their twisted glory.

From the fifth floor on the rock in the N-Atlantic, I wish you all a peaceful holiday and the grooviest of new years.

Stefán

And there it was, all green and shiny.

At first we were like two peas in a pod.

but then we drifted apart......Polly wanted a cracker.

Late night cleaning of the hard drives. Feverishly deleting duplicated mp3 files, scrounging up any available free disk space. And then I find this old friend.

The Laughing Gnome, a half-forgotten late 60's curio from one David Robert Jones, later to be known to the world as Ziggy Stardust, David Bowie and Jareth the Goblin King With The Awkward Package in Labyrinth.

We likess our new phone, it's precioussss

it be a walkman, it be shiny and orange

All right, I admit it, I'm a phone-addict......but I can keep it under control. Finally I've found a phone that will make me happy and wi-oooh, what's that? A Nokia-N Series phone? mmmmmmm

Hooyah! Went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on sunday and if you'll pardon the pun, I was Gob-smacked! Hahahaha, eh....*holds sides to keep them from splitting*

Anyway, the movie is pretty fucking awesome and the best of the bunch so far (just like Goblet was the best book IMHO), forsaking the (neccessary) cuteness of the first two installments and even surpassing the gritty Mexi-Noir feel of the 3rd movie, as great as that one was. I think the chief reason for the accomplished feel of the Goblet Of Fire is the fact that for the first time, an Englishman is directing and no other than Mike Newell of Four Weddings and a Funeral fame. As a result, the comdedic touches feel unforced and the drama feels real and tangible.

The only fault I could find with the film is that to whittle the running time down to a 153 minutes much of the 734 page tome has been cut and characters like Sirius Black and Professor Snape are reduced to walk-ons (in Sirius' case, fireplace-on) with only a handful of lines. Indeed, Harry's rivals in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour only have two lines apiece. But who cares, I quite liked the film and for me, the Harry Potter train has yet to derail.

By the way, this is what Reykjavík looks like at 10:00 am. Enjoy.

I call this one: The Big Mitsubishi that could

Taken on Higway 1 about 30 kilometers from Akureyri.

Bigger version here

...but hell, I've been muy busy. When work or school isn't intruding, I try to squeeze in a resemblance of a life. Not always easy mind you but the fact that I'm seeing someone makes it much more bearable. I always figured I was way to selfish for a relationship but I just might be proving myself wrong. Doesn't hurt that she's incredibly patient (evidently I talk a LOT in my sleep :)

So work + school + relationship = not much time for LJ updates.

But in an effort to disprove the rumours of my demise, here's some random thingies:

The latest photogallery, featuring a walk down hill of Þingholt and colorful houses as well as the requisite suspicious ducks (and swans).

A few recent Photoshop assignments for school by yours truly:

Tower Of Terror

Goodbye Pearl

Me on the cover of World Photography (a made-up magazine)

The Legendary German Disco-Cat

Eyes in the sink

Someone seems to have inserted a house in my back yard (this one's true, not a PS assignment, they moved it under the cover of night)

I shit you not, the upper pic was taken last summer, the lower pic was taken a week ago. Someone added a freaking house!!

Jennifer gave me an inflatable sheep

I call her Baaaarbara

And finally, my Moses-like beard (soon to be trimmed :)

Let my people gooooo!

One of the few benefits of autumn in Reykjavík is the sheer explosive beauty of the colors. Last week I wandered around the city, trying to capture the fleeting beauty of the fall. Also, I met a cat. Pictures below.

So, in a case of nostalgia, me orders this :)